You may be election obsessed if….
1. Not only do you know who Chuck Todd is, you are starting to find him strangely attractive.
2. You know why Colorado, Virgina and Nevada are suddenly more important than Florida and Ohio.
3. You refer to surrogates by only their first name and act annoyed if people don’t know who you are talking about.
4. Tom Brokaw is the narrator of all your dreams.
5. The number 270 means one thing to you and it’s not your high score in Scrabble.
6. You get emails from Joe Biden, tweets from (fake) Sarah …READ MORE
So first of all, thank you for all your well-wishes and crossed fingers/toes/internal organs regarding the job situation. It feels so nice to know that people all over the world (mostly the Mid-West US, but with a smattering of dedicated Russian subscribers who I suspect read solely for vodka references) are rooting for me. I will let you know how it goes. In fact, you will know if I get the job because I will probably write up some subtle post titled ” OMIGOD I GOT THE JOB WHHHHHHEEEEEEE!”, and if I don’t get the job, you won’t hear from …READ MORE
It’s after midnight and I’m exhausted. Watching 4 hours straight of Olympics is the most taxing thing I’ve done in recent days and I’m paying the price. I scream, I cheer, I stand on my couch. I cry, I sniffle, I count Chinese hair clips. I marvel at Phelps (did anyone else see the special they did on how his body is the perfect body for swimming? Fascinating- and I don’t mean that just in a sexual, hey, I-want-my-tongue-to-touch-your-abs way, I really mean it in the educational, I learned something way), giggle at Costas and have decided I would go …READ MORE
I ate breakfast while watching the tide. I had lazy sleeps under a hut. I got over my life long fear of swimming and swam every night in the ocean while counting stars and satellites. I drank tequila and clapped along to the mariachi band. I walked down broken streets in a silk dress while it rained. I laughed so hard I almost peed my pants. More than once.
I discovered that girls are their own worst enemy. That too many women will allow judgment to ruin their holiday, insecurity to ruin their night. I burnt my nose so …READ MORE
Two words that send many of my generation into fits of delight so spastic I’m often convinced an epileptic seizure is taking place. Me? Not so much. Don’t get me wrong, I get the Pitt passion, but do I feel that my Earth moves when I see him in a movie? Do I day dream about him and me frolicking on sandy shores whispering fevered murmurs of passion into each others ear? Does time change when I witness his face? Not at all. I think he’s made some brilliant movies and if he stopped dressing in clothes that …READ MORE